One of the curious and almost scary sights is of wires, masses of tangled wires, that get into every photograph. Are they live? I never dared find out, but in one beautification drive, they all disappeared from one main road to give way to fancy new lampposts.

And then there’s Westlake, of course, my favourite W. The best spot to walk, run, cycle, eat, drink, socialise, pose, shop . . .